So these are the walls
wherein hides my doom?
And night, when it falls
brings ghoul-ridden gloom?
Rest shall I find in here
till death doth his deed.
Away with these tales of aghast
(that) bereaveth my sleep!
Now wine and dim light
bring slumber to me!
A new morning shall prove them all wrong,
them olde creeps and their dull fairytale fantasy!
The haunt is on ...
"And to thee all night appears
sans the quiet of her spheres ..."
No longer can I bare
the pesterings of light,
safe the sacred fires
that moon and stars ignite.
Good is evil, wrong is right
and thy horrors my delight!
The haunt is on ...
No rest will I find
as long as a dream
within my wretched mind
brings darkness to sheen.
For sorrow and woe
seem my destiny,
no thought of dispersion, nor gleams of the hope
of the hopeless have found into me!
"And to thee all night appears
sans the quiet of her spheres ..."
No longer can I bare
the pesterings of light,
safe the sacred fires
that moon and stars ignite.
Good is evil, wrong is right
and thy horrors my delight! (2x) |
